Alright, i shall dedicate this thread for expressing my stories. Some are fantasy,some are sci-fi and some are from the modern and existing world. I shall be dropping my first story later.

Chapter 1: A New Gift



There lived a man, in the land of Fendranland. Whom not everybody knew about, in fact nobody ever knew about. He had no family and he had no name and he barely had anything but the clothes upon his body and the sword in his sheath. Many times in his life he protected the people from the many dangers that lurk within Fendranland, but before he could be praised he had gone, to fight other evil. He was a unique being in the world and a different hero from any other that was born, as he didn’t require gifts and treasures for saving lives, or he never gave up just because his strength had drained. A powerful mind he had, which didn’t at all represent his appearance. He looked just like any other man, but with a purpose to protect anything within his sight. Kings, queens, prince’s and princesses searched the lands far and wide for such a warrior, but he was too swift to see on many occasions and so after a while he was wanted particularly by someone known as Oldrini, the king of Fendranland. A great plan had been devised by the king to capture this lone warrior, and he just needed his time to spring it upon him. The night had slowly settled above Fendranland as the villagers of Sandriff danced around the fire and told many stories, or shared poems about heroes and villains, but mainly heroes as the children grew in fear of the tales of villains and their devilish ways. As the night grew colder and the fire dimmed, a chilled wind swept across the town causing the trees to shake and the ashes of the fire to roll around each other, as if it were a small tornado. Some people believed the wind to be natural, but others ran around hectically screaming ’They are here!, run and hide!’. The whole town of Sandriff panicked and cried as they could not envision any sight other than the waving trees and the wild ashes of the fire. The wind had suddenly died away and the ashes halted quickly. The hearts of the people of Sandriff pounded heavily as the whole town was now filled with the darkness of a pack of hungry wolves. The wolves were unnaturally more aggressive than those of the wild as they ran around chasing the people indoors. Some were lucky, but others weren’t, and the wolves feasted upon the flesh of fallen men and women. Houses were under attack as the wolves bashed their heads against the wooden walls and doors. Before long, many more people had been killed until the men were armed and ready to fight, even though they were outnumbered. The archers climbed the keeps and fired arrows as the wolves ran and prepared for another assault. Men stood in a straight formed line as the wolves cried and howled, and so they were facing one another. ’Make sure you aim for their heart, and don’t let them get too close’ said Brynar ,the captain of the men. The people of Sandriff watched in fear as the wolves slowly began to circle around the men. Brynar looked at the men as they huddled closer together ’Make sure none of these dreaded dogs leave this town alive!’ he screamed. But before they had any chance to attack, there came a whistle upon the hill, in which the men looked and even the wolves looked in curiosity for a while until they licked their lips and showed their fangs as a figure on a horse slowly appeared from the darkness. Out of his sheath came his sword, which glinted in the eyes of the men and as too the wolves as he rotated the blade within his hand. The men stood silent as the man calmly spoke ’ Wolves can always spoil your evening, now let’s spoil their appetite’. The men roared and so the wolves charged at them. The town quickly became a battlefield as the man charged down the hill on his horse swinging his sword at the wolves aggressively. Brynar’s men spread out quickly and so they began to slash away at the wolves, causing them to retreat but not quick enough as many of the wolves fell victim to the unknown warrior’s sword. Archers in the keep, fired the last of the arrows into the wolves driving them away and to death. Brynar looked on at the warrior ’You have saved us from many foes, so we owe you many thanks’. The warrior turned his horse away to ride out but was not indeed successful as he felt chains wrapped around his body and pulled from his horse. He struggled violently on the floor trying to release himself from the chains that grew tighter, until he looked up at the blurry sky and saw an old face, with dark sagging eyes and a grotesque smile that could scare a whole race of wolves. ’Well, all my birthdays have come at once’ said the old man in a chilling whisper. The old man’s face came into focus as the warrior looked up at him but still struggling with the chains until the man spoke again ’I am Oldrini, but you can call me king of Fendranland’. Brynar watched as the king’s men carried the warrior away. King Oldrini looked at Brynar with a mischievous grin ’ This town has always been weak’. Brynar watched the old man ‘ What are you going to do to him?’ he spoke cowardly. Oldrini turned and walked away ‘I’m not really sure yet, but I can promise you that if you breathe a word that I have this ‘new gift’ then my wolves won’t be so friendly next time’. Brynar stared at the old king as he vanished into the night and so he whispered to himself ‘And I promise death upon each and every one of those vile creatures’. Brynar looked at the disgraced town and shook his head in disbelief. The night had passed away swiftly for the world, but the warrior seemed locked inside a dream for what seemed to be an eternity. He faintly saw the king’s face and smelt the blood of the wolves, not to mention the feeling of the rusty chains around his body. Deeper his dream became and so he eventually saw burning buildings and people with death upon them. His eyes seemed to scan the grounds of the people as if he were searching for someone in particular, but he couldn’t clearly see as smoke had filled his eyes and blurred his vision. But all of a sudden the vision became clearer and more sharp as he starred into the eyes of his mother who lay dead upon the ground. So sharp his vision had become that a terrible pain ravaged through his body quickly until he woke up quickly and panted. He expected to be surrounded by trees and a golden sunrise, but his fortune had changed and instead he looked at an old grey wall with many deep cracks and many holes. Perhaps they were caused by the people who tried to escape the dungeon or by people trying to escape life altogether. He was now unsure and unclear where he was exactly. His eyes searched the dingy room, where it was dim and the candle that burnt through the night was nearly extinguished. The man slowly rolled from his bed, which seemed as tough as stone. The floor in which he had landed on was stone, but with dried blood and many rats that were feasting away at him. He quickly tried to rise to his feet but found that the chains lay wrapped around his legs. He bashed his leg into the wall but could not break or weaken the chain. He lay silent until two of the king’s guards stepped inside and so he watched them as they watched him ‘Oldrini is going to be happy to have such a fighter among us’ said Paldrade, one of the guards. ’He don’t look much like a warrior. I bet you we have the wrong man’ replied Harbludge, the other guard. Harbludge quickly grabbed a load of the unknown warrior and threw him against a wall ’Now, mister unknown, I wanna name from you. And if you don’t then I’m gonna make sure that you never see daylight again, do I make myself clear?’. A silence ensued in the dungeon until Paldrade spoke ’Take him to the king’. The guards tied chains around the man’s hands and pushed him out of the door, where he nearly fell over as he had to climb a narrow staircase with not much light to his eyes. The door at the top of the stairs creaked loudly as it opened and in came the light, nearly blinding his visions. Sunlight shone in his eyes and he felt again as himself, the brave warrior who never gave in and refused at all costs to let an enemy lay a hand upon his righteous body. He had to act quickly and so he stretched his arms as much as the chain allowed them to and he wrapped his hands around Paldrade’s neck and began to tighten the grip quickly ’Let me leave this place, or I shall grasp his life!’. Harbludge withdrew his sword and pointed it towards the man ’Now, leave him go or I shall grasp your life’. Before anything drastic had situated, more of the king’s guards had arrived and so disarmed the man, taking him to the king’s hall and chaining him to a chair. Paldrade breathed heavily and Harbludge watched him ’Your such a soft git sometimes’ laughed Harbludge. Paldrade gritted his teeth and walked inside the king’s hall and along followed Harbludge and so they stood with the other guards and drew their eyes upon the warrior. King Oldrini stood from his throne and paced up and down. The hall was grand with a dark blue marbled floor and the walls were of a dark grey, with every stone visible as the grooves in the wall were of a beautiful white, which seemed pure. The king walked towards the man and so leaned before him and looked into his eyes. He then laughed and stood to his feet ‘This man is weak. His eyes tell me every story’. ‘What did you see?’ said one of the guards. Oldrini didn’t reply as he was laughing too hard until he instantly stopped ’ I saw pain and suffering, I saw sadness and weakness. I saw his mother and his sister and his father all laying dead‘. The man struggled in the chair but hopelessly failed to break the chains. He looked up at the old king ‘My village was burned to the ground.

And what for?. Just a foolish person whom was wanted dead!’ screamed the man. Oldrini looked at him again with disgust ‘Your family were harbouring a criminal, a murderer and so they had to pay the price’. The man stared at Oldrini with his dark sad eyes ’You were behind it weren’t you. Your men burned my village to the ground for nothing, and for a person you could never find’. Oldrini laughed helplessly as a young man was brought forward by the guards and thrown to the floor. Oldrini smiled wickedly ’ Oh we did happen to find him after all, but we never executed as he made a good job as a slave. Who would of thought of your brother as a murderer. Definitely not your family, or your village’. The young man now looked up at the warrior ’Brother Tordwain!’. But before anymore words could be spoken the slave was carried away by the guards. Tordwain shook violently in the chair ’Let him go!’. Oldrini sighed and smiled ’I shall…but only if you agree to do something very special for me’. Tordwain bowed his head tiredly and spoke quietly ’What is my task?’.

Couldn't fit all chapter into 1 post cuz too many characters soi spread it to two...hope you all enjoy,il be posting more when i can

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I'll read this later...

Just a small book im working on, it's kind of a children's book


A Tale of Small Courage

Chapter 1:




A sword lay in the grass, silent and still dangerous on the windy day. All the blades of grass
that swished by it, were cut to shreds. A powerful sword belonging to a strong master indeed. It's
master struggled to regain his feet, as a fleet of enemies approached and were close enough to see
the wicked smiles on their faces. 'Fallen allies, fallen foes, fallen sunlight, shadow shows!!!' he screamed
until the sword sprung towards his hand. He was the last of a regiment sent to assassinate a powerful king, but
all had gone wrong. There he stood, alone against the enemy and indeed he was still weakened by an earlier battle.
The fleet drew closer and closer until the very air he breathed was stolen from his lungs. 'This was the king's
land, and all trespassers that tried to survive there were serverely tortured not by hands, but by the lands
themselves. Aan enchanted land he had strayed upon for too long, and now it was too late. Riders poured
from every angle possible until he was fully surrounded. The man dropped to his knees as a rather tall, muscular
rider stood directly in front of him, looking around at the scenery until he bent to his own knees
and watched him ' Now what are you, and where are you from?' said the rider pleasantly. 'Not what i am...but who i am'
responded the man on the ground 'I am known as Uhanirini, from the Greenstone Regiment'. Time had now ceased as he stood
to his feet and the riders remained perfectly still. Time unpaused, and now everyone wondered how he got to his feet.
'Blessed be my words, and cursed be your thoughts' he cried out as the tall rider covered Uhanirini's eyes and took his sword
from him. The rider peered at his other men 'Blessed be our tables, our wage is going up for this lovely catch' All the other
men laughed and cheered as they carried Uhanirini back to their castle. There was trouble in store, but for how long?.

Chapter 2:



The castle gate creaked open loudly as the riders let their horses inside with Uhanirini tied to the back of a white stallion. All around the castle, the vilagers watched as Uhanirini struggled to set himself free but they just laughed at his pathetic weakness. The king, known as Galdin, withdrew his rather large doors, and sent some of his guards to bring Uhanirini inside. 'That is all, faithful riders...tables shall be full' mentioned the king before the guards dragged Uhanirini inside the king's private hall. He sat in his large throne,peering at the man, who just layed on the floor tied with his hands behind his back. 'I suppose you're really clever don't you...attempting an assassination against a king like me. Who sent you!!!?' cried King Galdin. Uhanirini didn't respond until a guard had kicked him in the stomach. He coughed and weezed quietly,as he was was winded by the kick, he spoke slowly ' I cannot say, for if i do...my king would kill me'. 'And if you don't say, i will kill you' responded the king aggressively. Uhanirini stared into his eyes as soon as the blindfold was taken from his eyes. A young child had entered the hall, screaming for the man to be free. King Galdin shouted 'remove that peasant from my hall immediately'. But the child threw a small knife in the direction of Uhanirini, as he ran around the hall knocking out the guards quickly. The king looked surprised and shocked, he ran towards the man door but was blocked by the child. Galdin drew his sword but before he could strike, Uhanirini pierced the knife into his back. The king fell to his knees and with his last breath, cursed him forever. The boy and Uhanirini walked out of the hall. Their main object was to escape the land.

Just thought of doin a lil movie script
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Arthur- "He stood there, with a gun to my head..somehow he was in control. I was
now a slave, but for how long"

Sneaks- The man with gun

Arthur- Hostage



(Sneaks was a fucked up young man, twisted mind...the usual bullshit which drives people to do something crazy. Arthur played things cool in life, enjoyed his family, retired from the old gangster life to devote time in a jewellery store. Who would have thought that old and new would collide and intertwine. It's a messed up world you would think, but i would call it a bad day for two different people. Arthur kept his eye on Sneaks as he walked quietly into the store, with wondering eyes. It was about to go down, old and new, Sneaks drew his gun...)




Sneaks: Hand me the money from the fuckin till!!

(Sneaks' chrome piece glistened into the eyes of Arthur. At first he thought he had glimpsed into an earlier life, but nothis was a stick up)


Arthur: Listen, son...this ain't you. I know you're deadly serious, but this is my money

Sneaks: So?, who gives a fuck...just give me "YOUR" money, or il shoot, i swear i will!!

Arthur: I can see you will, you have the same look in your eyes as i did once ...but you should walk away

(Sneaks quickly became distressed, waving his gun at Arthur frantically with wide bloodshot eyes, but Arthur stood still ...holding his ground)

Sneaks: I don't need a history lesson grandad, just fuckin hand me the money from the till, and no one gets popped!!

(Waving his gun too close to was a dangerous situation as Arthur put his hand around the small barrel before Sneaks could fire. Sneaks held his hands in front of his face)

Sneaks: I don't need this fuckin shit, just don't shoot, please!

(A gun in his hands after all the years missing, the chrome gleamed into his eyes. Reflections of his eyes could be seen as he watched with many questions. Sneaks quietly made his way to the door but before he could escape, Arthur regained his old self,pointing the gun at Sneaks.)

Arthur: You think you were tough with that gun in your hand?. I have seen children protecting their parents from me with pieces such as this, and they can't be controlled from me, so unfortunately they no longer breathe, just like their parents.

Sneaks: Just please...don't shoot me, i ain't worth killing man

Arthur: Walking in here, pointing this piece of shit into my face and trying to take away my money...your not worth the mess

Sneaks: I know,so can i go, you know i won't tell the police, man

Arthur: You ain't going anywhere, the way that you are anyway. Look at the clothes you wear, look at yourself. A poor representation of someone who thinks he's tough, but you ain't half of that.

Sneaks: I live in the hood, shit ain't easy...and you never spent a day in the streets, so i ain't believin your stories.

Arthur: Lift up your t shirt

Sneaks: What?

Arthur: I said, lift up your t shirt

Sneaks: What for, you know i ain't into that kinda shit

Arthur: You wake up everyday,you see the old wound on your stomach. I remember your father, he was just like you. A jumped up nobody.

Sneaks: Man fuck you, you didn't know my father, he worked hard to bring home food and shit

Arthur: What was his job?

Sneaks: How the fuck do i know, but he worked late nights

(Arthur's eyes narrowed at Sneaks' response)



(End of part 1)

put it in your music and it will get alot more looks

cuz noones gunna read that man

preobably yea, but this is just purely for my stories, scripts and stuff...i got lots of stuff comin, so keep peepin

yeah
no hatin or nuthin just lettin you know

^^Yea, everything's cool, anyway..gonna write a lil story
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Broken Connections- Chapter 1: Part 1

Broken down walls and black and white lives. No wonder i couldn't get out of poverty, i was stuck in the city shooting for a living. I wondered why i was approached by a gang of men one day, they said if they saw me in the streets again that i was gonna meat my maker. Never listened though, because the same day i had just lost a friend to that kind of shit, so me being me,i lashed out at them bastards. Cold world we live in indeed, i guess thats why they call guns 'heat'. Its the only thing making you feel warm inside, and i ain't talking about memories, but the things that end lives, which are poverty, and bullets. I tried to escape the slums but i found myself back at my roots, where my mother, brother and sister were killed for something i had done to upset the mob. Hard living indeed but i wasn't gonna take no more shit from another soul. So i became addicted to hunting down the killers, until i came face to face with the leader. Seemed he got upset after i smoked one of is main men. Claimed he was the only one in the city that knew a combination for a safe at the bank, but also someone else, who was known as The Ghost, because he couldn't ever be caught. But if i didn't find out the combination from Ghost,he was gonna find the rest of my family, my friends and me and really end me for once and for all. Ghost was also a reflection on the city, he blended in, knew the right people, whispered about enemies, them quietly thrown from buildings...the usual stuff. But i was going to find out if my name was whispered. Seems like the mob boss and Ghost had their connections, but it wasn't beautiful. No cups of tea or a round of golf on a saturday afternoon...it was pints of blood and golf clubs around the face, if you were lucky. I now found Ghost, but had to find my way past his men...

Broken Connections- Chapter 1: Part 2


Alone i stood against the walls in the apartment halls. The stench of dried blood, murder, greed hung in the air not wanting to be let down. Sickening sights filled my eyes, even my blood seemed to dry, but maybe thats because i had entered a dangerous part of town, or maybe i had forgetten that 2 men stood by a door,as if the room inside was full of gold. Now i had to play it safe...i only had 1 chance,and if i fucked it, someone's gonna get popped. Eventually they saw me, firstly with an uncaring glance, but as their eyes swam around mine, i knew trouble was about to begin, but how loud?. 'Step back, i ain't seen you round here before' said the one man. He stood cursing his words, but i was blinded by now, i continued walking until i finally reached within a punching distance. Was i playing it safe, or was i about to be diminished by 2 fucks?. 'I...need Ghost' i said quietly, my voice as grim as the hallways, echoing along the walls. 'He isn't expecting any visitors, now fuck off''. Big mistake, he admitted he was there,but before he realised,he and his chump found the edge of my knife, and so i knocked on the door quietly as it was Ghost's manner "Do things quietly, speak quietly"...the mob boss' voice rang in my head as the door opened and there he sat, in a dark spot, with a pack of cards..having quiet fun, while im out in the world killing for answers. 'I see you ended my guards, but Ghost isn't angry' he whispered. 'come and play with me' he whispered again as he played with the cards in his hands, then placing them quietly on the table. I stood frozen still as he pulled out a deadly weapon, something that i hated doing,representing and flashing in front of my eyes. I wouldn't deny i was not tempted, but as they say "The devil hands out beautiful looking shiny sweets, but once you open the wrappers...you're going to be disappointed". Of course, i was talking about alcohol, he was too silent to play with guns. 'I know what you seek, Tony seeks it more, but only i know...control over the mob, for a simple safe combination. Oh, did you know his name was Tony by the way?'. No response given, i walked into the light with my eyes flickering, staring down at him but the way he looked like a giant made me sit down at a seat on the other side of the table. He threw a card into my direction, but i didn't flinch, i just watched his eyes move,trying to reach my eyes...but this wasn't a romance movie, so i tore his card up. I felt him curse me, but didn't hear it. It hit hard 'I will give you the combination, but only if you prove yourself'. What the hell, i had time to kill...so i threw my first question 'Can you play russian roulette?'. He stared a hole into me as i pulled out my gun and placed it quietly onto the table fully loaded. Ony 1 of us were leaving alive...

Broken Connections- Chapter 1: Part 3


He just sat there watching the gun as i withdrew 7 bullets just leaving 1 there to decide fates. I put the gun back on to the table again and slided it towards him. He kept quiet, calm, cool, collected...whatever you thought he was, he was it and more. He picked up the gun silently and spun the chamber around quickly until it stopped, then he put it in the gun and pointed it towards himself. His finger trembled on the trigger now, as if he was scared, a new side to Ghost indeed. Slowly he pressed the trigger, the tension mounted, blood boiled and adrenaline was running wild inside my mind. Bang!!...thats what i thought i heared, but my thoughts wanted to hear that. The gun slided in my direction and again he was looking calm, and now i sweated so much, i didn't want this but it was to late, i needed that safe combination. I spun the chamber grimly as i looked at his eyes, but he couldn't look back at me, instead he filled his glass with whiskey. I pressed the gun into my skull painfully and my left eye went out of shape,then i quickly pulled the trigger and the bullet released, got jammed as the doors burst open. I turned quickly to see the room fill with uncaring vicious bastards...this time, they entered the wrong apartment. But Ghost calmly sat, i wonder why...he hated loud noises...too bad i didn't see the single bullet flying pat me and into his chest. The blood poured, and the men left so fast, too fast...i had blown all my chances and my fingerprints were all over the weapon. Not only was the mob gonna come after me, but the rest of Ghost's men. Tony wasn't to be fucked with, but i was fucking him hard without realising,now i was damned forever and i had to escape the apartment blocks. I looked at Ghost dead in the chair, his blood was like something he was bathing in. I picked up the rest of the bullets and threw them into my pocket and walked out of the room and saw the 2 men i killed earlier on. The hallways flickered as i walked down them slowly trying to reach the ground floor. Figures moved in the shadows in front of me, and by now my heart was racing quickly and so loud i could hear it above my thoughts. I opened the back exit door to see nothing but buildings, and i was happy not to see people, but now i was on the run just because some stupid men killed the wrong man, but the connections between Tony and Ghost were well and truly broken, i was fucked and broken as well but i had to move forward and stay on my feet...